March 1, 1969 (The conversation begins forty-five minutes late.) It's going well, very well, but ... No more clock, that no longer exists! What should take place at 8:30 takes place at 10 .... And every day I turn down people, you understand, I turn down lots of them, but they tell me, "You should ..." It's interesting. The Presence is growing constant, and the contact with people is quite interesting, quite outside ... Most of the time I don't know who the person is - all external things are becoming increasingly shallow and nonexistent-but the inner reactions are very interesting. I would have to speak for hours to explain all that takes place. But it's going well.

May 31, 1969 How are your nights? ... The same? Still the same? (Satprem grimaces) Two nights ago, I spent more than three hours with Sri Aurobindo, and I showed him all that was going to descend for Auroville. It was rather interesting. There were games, there was art, there was even cooking! But all that was very symbolic. I explained it to him as if on a table, in front of a large landscape; I explained the principle on whose basis physical exercises and games were going to be organized. It was very clear, very precise, I even did a demonstration, as if showing him on a very small scale: a representation on a very small scale of what was going to be done. I moved people, things ...

M o t h e r's   A g e n d a   Vol. 10 - July 26, 1969 July 26, 1969 (Mother wants to revise with Satprem a few passages  of her translation of 'Savitri.') But now I've come to notice that they cut these quotations, they leave out two lines in the middle - suddenly I'll say to myself, "But it doesn't hang together!" I'll ask, and F. tells me, "Yes, they left out one line, two lines ...." So what's to be done? It's absurd. Here, all this is ready. I don't need to see it again: it's for you to see it. It's my translation. What should I do? (Laughing) See if my translation is good! But Mother, listen ... why? No, because some things might be put in a better way.

April 23, 1969 (Mother received Satprem at 11 instead of 10.) It's frightful, mon petit! ... Oh, there were lots of amusing things to tell you, but it's no fun, we're too hurried .... Oh, you know, Mother, I wanted to tell you one thing: the whole gossip in the Ashram is that you sent L. to Delhi with a message regarding the events in Bengal and telling the government that it should be strong - the whole Ashram knows it! (Mother laughs) ... They were VERY WELL received in Delhi. A. [a secretary to the government] came back and told me that Indira was in conversation for twenty or twenty-five minutes, and that she seemed quite happy. It was a complete s

April 2, 1969 (Since the previous year, Satprem had complained of headachesand eyeaches, which, strangely, would come during the night. Recently, Mother ordered him to stop reading and writing for a month.) How are your nights? All right. They're not better? Yes, they're better. Ah! ... Are you still suffering? If I do anything, I soon get a headache. But you shouldn't do anything! (Mother laughs) But often some people want to see me. As for me, I am not giving you any more work. That's too bad! It's not tiring, on the contrary. What tires me isseeing people. But is it necessary that you should see them? I wonder what I s

November 21, 1970 (Mother translates a few extracts from Savitri, listens to half of the tenth chapter of Super-manhood and remains absorbed most of the time.) It goes on inside. *** (To Sujata, after Satprem has left.) On December 5 and 9, you two will come after the [collective] meditation. I won't translate, but I want to listen to Supermanhood. [[Satprem will not see Mother on those days: on December 3, she will fall seriously "ill." It will be another dangerous turning point. ]] It's very good.... It's more than very good: it opens the door to the future. Page 374

October 10, 1970 (Mother gives "Transformation" flowers and slips one into her buttonhole, then mentions again the translation of the introduction of On the Way to Supermanhood.) I also thought I would ask Shu-Hu to do it in Chinese. That would be good. Shall I ask him for you? Yes, tell him that I ask him to do it, if he wants to. If we could send it to China ... There's a Chinese in Santiniketan, but I am no longer in touch with him (he gave all his goods to Communist China, and he's staying there). He's a philosopher, a very intelligent man.... But anyway, for the translation it should be Shu-Hu. For the German, I don't know.... We have many Germans, but I don't

April 22, 1970 So, have you brought questions? (Laughing) No! And you? (silence) Page 159 Outwardly, sick people, difficulties, complications.... Very difficult ... very difficult... It has almost come to look like a relentless fury. The only thing is Sri Aurobindos Aphorisms, which are more and more amusing. Have you received them? (Satprem reads) 483 - Sin is a trick and a disguise of Krishna to conceal Himself from the gaze of the virtuous. Behold, O Pharisee, God in the sinner, sin in thyself purifying thy heart; clasp thy brother. "Sin in thy heart," it looks like ... Isn't it a joke? Is the word "sinning" or "fishing"?! [[The two words are

September 5, 1970 The terrible Agenda (Mother looks exhausted. She speaks with great difficulty, as if out of breath.) Me, I have nothing to say; if you have something to ask, I can speak a little. (long silence Mother pants for breath) So then, what do you say? Last time, when you spoke of that long period, you said thatwhat happened was something prodigious and ... almost "idiotic," so simple is it - almost idiotic, you said. I don't remember. Prodigious and at the same time ...so simple that it's almostidiotic. Only there was ... For the first time, the brain was affected, in the sense that I had uncontrolled movements. I can manage to contr

August 22, 1970 (Since August 6, when Mother's attendant went away to be operated on for cancer, Mother has been in a very difficult state of health. Several times Satprem could not see her, and when he did, she signaled that she could not speak. So too this time, except for this question:) Do you have something to say? I've begun writing the new book. Oh, that's good! And what is it called? Page 299 "La Genèse du Surhomme."[[Literally, "The Genesis of the Superman." Later Mother will propose the title On the Way to Supermanhood for the English translation. ]] (Mother nods approvingly and remains long concentrated on Satprem) Page 300